“Just tell me your name. Tell me your NAME! WHAT IS YOUR NAME? Oh, never mind.” Dr. Jim reached behind his back and pulled forth a wood saw, five feet long with a hundred sharp teeth glinting hard light. He held the saw over his head and yelled, “TIME TO OPERATE!”

With a start, the older man opened his eyes wide. He held one hand up and croaked, “no…” Then he disappeared.

“What?” Dr. Jim looked around. “Where’d he go?”

Dr. Bill sighed. “Well, you scared him pretty good.”

“So?”

“So, you can’t just scare them like that. They wake up.”

Nurse Gladys added, “Terrible bedside. But, to be fair, even when they don’t wake up, we can’t get much done. They tend to wander off or fly around.”

Dr. Bill shook his head. “It doesn’t matter.” They stood in his office. “We’re not in the business of scaring awake our patients.” He sighed again. “I’m afraid, Dr. Jim, your services are no longer required.”